Chapter 59 Brother-in-law [VIP]
Twenty seconds later, a slender figure turned the corner and appeared outside the elevator in the lobby first.
The elevator then arrived at the target floor and opened automatically with a "ding".
The figure walked forward without looking up, a wisp of spiritual energy disappearing from the fingertip as the fingertip made a light stroke to the side.
At the same time, a distinguished-looking man in the elevator, holding his phone, stepped out, his long legs moving in alternating strides, but somehow bumped into someone.
Fu Qingyan reacted quickly, grabbing the staggering man's wrist with her free hand.
"Wait a moment," he instructed the man on the other end of the phone, then asked gently, "I'm sorry I bumped into you, are you alright?" His elegant voice was like a magnificent melody.
The figure whose hand was being held stood firm and looked at Fu Qingyan.
The other person had a delicate face as bright as the moon, like a crescent moon quietly hanging on a branch in early spring, beautiful in a pure and refined way.
The man had eyebrows as dark as if painted, eyes as black as lacquer, and long, thick eyelashes that covered his clear eyes. The eyelashes at the outer corners of his eyes curled slightly, giving him a cool and aloof demeanor that also hinted at a charming and affectionate nature.
Such a face, resembling that of a goddess from Mount Gusha, entered the man's field of vision without any warning.
A vivid memory flashed through his mind, and a question immediately escaped Fu Qingyan's lips.
"Have I seen you before?"
"It's okay, I'm fine."
The two sentences rang out almost simultaneously, one magnetic and the other clear and melodious.
Her pretty face froze for a moment: "What?"
Fu Qingyan had already remembered: "Last night, at the bar."
He only went to the bar once last night, to deliver takeout.
Qingran's gaze towards the man turned strange, as if uncertain: "Are you the one... who doesn't want to break up?"
“…That’s my friend,” the man said, amused.
Qingran: "Oh." But what does this have to do with me?
His eyes clearly revealed this meaning as he struggled to free his wrist from the man's grasp.
"Sorry, I forgot for a moment," Fu Qingyan said, naturally letting go of her hand.
"It doesn't matter."
Qingran answered softly, a faint red mark remaining on her wrist where it had been gripped, a striking contrast between pink and white against her jade-like skin.
Fu Qingyan noticed that a thought inexplicably surfaced in her mind: spoiled.
I'm not talking about people, but rather skin that's delicate.
With such sensitive and delicate skin, how could she be delivering food?
"President Fu, what happened?" the finance manager asked as he rushed over.
She had just picked up her takeout from the pickup point when she saw President Fu talking to the deliveryman not far away. Worried that something might be wrong, she quickly grabbed one of her subordinates and handed the takeout over.
"It's alright," Fu Qingyan replied to the finance manager. "It's time to get off work now, have a good rest."
His gaze returned to Qingran: "Are you really alright? You don't look too good."
Qingran shook her head: "It might be a bit of low blood sugar."
The finance manager, with keen insight, pulled out two candies he'd taken from the front desk: "I have some candy here."
Fu Qingyan took the candy and handed it to Qingran: "No need to be so polite. It's dangerous to have a hypoglycemic episode on the road."
Qingran put away the candy and thanked the finance manager: "Thank you."
Faced with the beautiful woman, the finance manager instinctively smiled and said, "You're welcome." Only after she had walked away did he realize he was a little embarrassed.
The candy passed through Mr. Fu's hands, but the delivery guy only thanked her. Could it be that Mr. Fu doesn't like her?
"You know him?"
The finance manager breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the calm and gentle voice in his ear. Thank goodness, President Fu was indeed as gentle and refined as rumored.
She added, "I don't really know him, but he's been coming to the company to deliver food a lot lately, so I've gotten to know him a bit."
The man nodded slightly, as if he had just asked casually.
"Go and rest," he said, holding his phone to his ear before walking out. "Assistant Wen, continue."
A voice immediately came from the other end of the phone; clearly, the person on the other end had been waiting by the phone.
Assistant Wen made no reaction to the few words he had just overheard, and said in a businesslike manner:
"The evidence has been collected to a near certain extent. The other party has somehow gotten wind of this and has been trying to meet with you through me for the past two days."
After meeting, all he did was admit his mistakes and beg for forgiveness, pleading with President Fu to be lenient and let him continue working for Yongming.
But if you think that President Fu is an easy person to talk to, then you've made a mistake.
"Does President Fu want to see him?" Assistant Wen asked.
Sure enough, the man spoke without any mercy: "I won't see him. He has one week to make up the deficit, or I'll take legal action."
Assistant Wen: "Yes, I know what to do, Mr. Fu. Next week..."
*
[Have I seen you before? Hehe~] The system, mimicking Fu Qingyan's speech with a playful laugh, was overjoyed.
Qingran laughed for a while: [Reply to Wei Lin for me, saying I'm willing to give it a try.]
System: [Okay~]
The user sent a message to the host's phone and received a reply from Wei Lin within three minutes.
System: [Host, Wei Lin said she needs to arrive at the client's studio at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. She asked where you're staying so she can pick you up early. Have I sent her the hotel address?]
Qingran: [Send it.]
The next morning.
At 8:10 a.m., Wei Lin drove her newly bought car and parked it downstairs at the hotel.
Strange, Xu Qingran works as a food deliveryman but stays in a high-end hotel. Could he be some young master from a wealthy family who's out experiencing life?
Seeing the person she was waiting for emerge from the hotel entrance like morning dew in early spring, Wei Lin banished all distractions from her mind, rolled down the car window, and waved.
"Xu Qingran, over here!"
Qingran got into the car and fastened her seatbelt.
Wei Lin glanced at him; his skin was in perfect condition, with no dark circles and not even a trace of pores.
She nodded in satisfaction, started the car, and drove towards the client's office, asking as she did so, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"
Qingran said no.
Wei Lin: "That's good. To avoid eating too much and affecting your figure, it's best to eat after you're done with your work. Let me tell you about today's interview..."
Qingran listened attentively.
In summary, the client he was going to interview with today was a well-known fashion designer who owned an online store and needed to take promotional photos for the store's new products.
"There's something I need to make clear to you beforehand," Wei Lin said after explaining the situation.
"If the other party decides to hire you later, we need to sign a provisional contract. The company will then charge a reasonable fee according to the contract. You don't need to worry about us defaulting on the payment, is that understand?"
Qingran: "Understood."
Wei Lin was very pleased with the other party's straightforwardness.
They are a legitimate company and wouldn't overcharge or rip people off, so it's good that they save her the trouble of explaining.
She stated, "If the collaboration goes well, we could even sign a long-term contract later."
"Don't you think it's too early to say these things?" Qingran, who was looking out the window, turned back to remind him, "I haven't passed the interview yet."
Wei Lin smiled confidently.
"Based on my years of experience judging people," and my recent understanding of that fussy guy, "I have confidence in you."
The facts were just as Wei Lin had predicted.
When the two arrived at their destination, the designer named Eric saw Qingran. After hesitating for a moment about Qingran's height, he decisively decided to hire him.
Eric was also eager to launch new products for the store and make money, so he called in a stylist and photographer that very afternoon to start taking photos.
Because of this job, Qingran stopped delivering food for three days.
Three days later, the work ended, and Qingran received many contact information, including Eric's, a string of compliments, and a payment of 4,500 yuan.
During the wrap-up dinner, Wei Lin revealed to Qing Ran, "The company takes a higher cut for temporary contracts. If we had signed a long-term contract, your compensation this time would have been around this amount."
She held up her palm and made a five, representing five thousand.
"How about it, interested in changing careers? Delivering food is affected by the weather, and it's not as easy as being a model."
Qingran realized that the other party was inviting him to sign a long-term contract.
However, signing a long-term contract means being restricted indefinitely, and he would have to travel all over the country whenever his work required it, which he wasn't very interested in.
The reason I initially put the system on the lookout for these agents was because I didn't know how much income they made from food delivery, and I thought it would be a convenient way to earn extra money.
Now that delivering food can cover his daily expenses, there's really no need to put any more constraints on himself.
So Qingran politely declined, saying, "My qualifications are a bit lacking to be a full-time model. Let's work together again when there's an opportunity."
We don't sign long-term contracts, but we can still go take photos and have fun when the opportunity arises.
"Then there will be an opportunity to cooperate again." Wei Lin, who understood the implication, couldn't help but feel regretful.
However, it's true that Xu Qingran's height is a bit too much for a model, but it would be more suitable for the entertainment industry...
After carefully observing the unrealistically beautiful face before her, Wei Lin ultimately remained silent.
Unless Xu Qingran finds a powerful backer that no one can touch, like someone from the Fu family, his face will only bring trouble if he enters the entertainment industry.
*
After taking the promotional photos, Qingran resumed her life of delivering food, leaving early and returning late.
With the system constantly monitoring their movements, he and Fu Qingyan began to run into each other more often.
Sometimes he was delivering food to Yongming, and sometimes he was just riding his bike by on the road. Each time, he would either speed past on his bike or leave the man with a departing silhouette.
These chance encounters lasted for about half a month.
During this time, Wei Lin contacted him again to take another set of photos, which took half a day and earned her 800 yuan. She declined Eric's invitation to dinner twice.
The man's gaze lingered on her for longer and longer periods, and every time he appeared, his gaze would land precisely on her.
Qingran knew that the time was almost right.
In early April, during the middle of spring, the weather in Yongshi completely shed the chill of early spring and became warm and pleasant.
Yong City at night is a true city that never sleeps. The sky is dark, but the city below is brightly lit by flashing neon lights.
Around 10 p.m., Fu Qingyan drove home after finishing a small gathering with friends.
The flickering rainbow light outside the car cast shadows on his deep features. The man casually gripped the steering wheel with his right hand, while absentmindedly listening to a phone call from home through his earpiece.
Suddenly, his casual gaze stopped when it swept over a certain spot.
Qingran, who was pushing her electric scooter along the roadside pretending it was out of power, said: "Linxi, your storyline is great, now it's mine."
This body is not yet 19 years old. After changing into light spring clothes, it looks even thinner and more frail, all alone, like a flower bud about to bloom on the edge of a cliff, with a proud and aloof air that invites others to pluck it.
[Host, what if Fu Qingyan doesn't stop the car?] the system whispered.
The plan is good, but what if Fu Qingyan doesn't cooperate?
Qingran said casually, "[Then let him break down.]"
As soon as he finished speaking, bright headlights approached, and a low-key yet luxurious black car pulled up in front of him.
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